That night at the King's Table had been hell, the public display Maleficent had made in 'gifting' her curse providing plenty a willing noble eager to make the most of the turtlekin's misfortune. It had only taken one refusal for Donnie to regret everything, the scoffing and laughter of those he'd refused only making him feel even more horrible. He hated how abruptly the pain and despair that so quickly sunk its claws in deep had just as quickly evaporated into complete elation once he willingly did what was asked of him, driving him into a servile cycle that would have kept him at the Table's festivities well through its end if not for the intervention of other sympathetic servants.
He'd avoided Elysium since.
Seeing Maleficent appear before them fills him with that ugly spiky sensation that makes him want to crush her with a cannonball, at odds with that icy chill that makes him want to bolt. When she recognizes him he feels like his heart constricts, and for a moment he forgets to breathe. Her taunt stokes that fire, and for the briefest second the rage is plain on his face, a look that could kill if given physical force.
It vanishes abruptly at the order, his body tensing as he knows one of two things would come next, and he wants neither.
And then Aira is there, flinging herself at the planetouched, and Raphael is following. "No-" he starts to say, not to Maleficent but to his friend and his brother, hand reaching out as he takes a step forward.
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Date: 2025-05-01 12:58 am (UTC)He'd avoided Elysium since.
Seeing Maleficent appear before them fills him with that ugly spiky sensation that makes him want to crush her with a cannonball, at odds with that icy chill that makes him want to bolt. When she recognizes him he feels like his heart constricts, and for a moment he forgets to breathe. Her taunt stokes that fire, and for the briefest second the rage is plain on his face, a look that could kill if given physical force.
It vanishes abruptly at the order, his body tensing as he knows one of two things would come next, and he wants neither.
And then Aira is there, flinging herself at the planetouched, and Raphael is following. "No-" he starts to say, not to Maleficent but to his friend and his brother, hand reaching out as he takes a step forward.